My patience runs dry.
Too thin in fact, a thread bare.
How much more can anyone take?
To insanity perhaps?
Some day, I’ll scrape my skin raw as I drag myself from these chains, everything.
Even with my flesh torn and oozing defeat,
I’ll be glad to break away from these shackles,
To lick my wounds and nurse the last fragments of my broken spirit back to life.
Just you wait, because someday might be tomorrow, perhaps even tonight.
La vie éclectique 